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My life's like a void page, you spread childhood's color
(o my son!)
Childish talks are the life's tune and you're music of life
(o my son!)
(After) Finding you everyday I forget life's impediments,
If you're here then there's no prick, you're the velvet of my mind
(o my son!)
(o my son!)
Childish talks are the life's tune and you're music of life
(o my son!)
(After) Finding you everyday I forget life's impediments,
If you're here then there's no prick, you're the velvet of my mind
(o my son!)
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